Chapter 129 If Line: If Song Jinhe is Reborn (18)
Song Jinhe ordered the maid to quickly boil some hot water and wash the dirty little girl clean.
He watched the little girl carry the cat into the house, then turned and looked somewhere outside the yard and spoke.
"Come out, how long are you going to stand at the door?"
As soon as these words were spoken, the young man who had been standing at the gate of the yard for a long time walked into the yard.
The young man bowed to the woman and said, "Son greets mother."
Song Jinhe's eyes were filled with amusement. "Are you here to pay your respects or to take a peek at Afu? You know it in your heart."
Wei Rong heard his mother's teasing, pursed his lips slightly, and finally said with a strong mouth, "I came to pay my respects."
Anyway, so many years have passed, and he is the only one I still remember about our childhood.
That heartless little girl had forgotten everything long ago, so why should he remember it?
Song Jinhe looked at her son's tight lips, and her face was already full of joy.
"Zi Yang, are you sulking?"
"My son doesn't have one."
"Angry that Fufu didn't come back for so many years, and even more angry that Fufu didn't recognize you after she came back?"
Song Jinhe's voice was filled with laughter and joking.
After hearing these words, Wei Rong opened his mouth but couldn't say a word.
Seeing his son's hesitation to speak, the smile on his face grew even wider.
"Zi Yang, ah Zi Yang, you are the youngest imperial teacher in Da Zhao, how come you can't handle such a small matter?"
Song Jinhe couldn't hide the smile on her face, and she didn't rush to say anything. She walked to the hexagonal pavilion, sat down, and ordered the maid to pour some cold tea.
Wei Rong followed closely behind, "Please explain clearly, mother."
Song Jinhe slowly picked up the teacup, took a sip, looked at her son, and asked, "How old was Fu Fu when your Aunt Qing brought her back to Nanling? Do you remember?"
"Four months and six days."
The boy told the time without hesitation.
Song Jinhe nodded. "That's right. Fu Fu was less than a year old at that time. You were with her for only three or four months. She was gone for ten years. It's normal for her not to recognize you."
After his mother's advice, Wei Rong came back to his senses instantly.
Yes, Afu was so young at that time and knew nothing. It was normal that she couldn't recognize him or even didn't know who he was.
Wei Rong lowered his eyes to hide the gloom in his eyes.
"Mother was telling me that I was... overthinking things."
Seeing her son's lost expression, Song Jinhe couldn't help but say, "Haven't you been sending letters to your Aunt Qing all these years, asking her to pass them on to Fufu? Is it possible that Fufu knows about your brother's existence, but just doesn't know what you look like now?"
When Wei Rong heard his mother's words, he raised his head, a light flashed in his eyes, and his originally cold eyebrows and eyes seemed to melt like ice and snow.
"Does she...know me?"
The letters I sent in the past few years have fallen into the sea and there has been no response.
Gradually, Wei Rong thought that the little girl had long forgotten her brother who was far away in the capital.
Just when Wei Rong was about to stop thinking about the little girl, the little girl, who was as dirty as a stray cat, suddenly appeared in front of him.
At this moment, Jinzhi walked out of the house, bowed to his wife, and said with a smile, "Madam, Prince, I have already washed Miss Fu'er, but I don't have a suitable dress now..."
"I have it there."
Before Jinzhi could finish her words, the handsome and handsome young man had already spoken.
Wei Rong looked at Shen Shi who was not far away and ordered, "Go to Zhanmo Courtyard, the bottom of the closet in my room, and bring the mahogany box over."
Song Jinhe was surprised, "When did you prepare the dress?"
When Wei Rong heard his mother's question, his ears felt a little hot. In fact, since the year Afu left, he had prepared a silk dress suitable for the little girl every year.
But year after year, the prepared dresses were changed one after another, but the little girl never came back.
He has prepared for it every year, from the time the little girl was one year old to now when she is ten years old.
Just wait for Afu to come back and give her the dress I prepared.
When the little girl was little, she liked all kinds of pretty things, from clothes to decorations on her body.
Over the years, he sent people to send all the beautiful things he collected to Nanling. I wonder if Aunt Qing brought these things to Afu in Lingxi Mountain.
At this time, Yun Fu, who had just finished taking a shower, was wearing a loose nightgown. Yang Yang, who was standing beside her, was also carefully wiping herself with a towel with the help of the maids.
One person and one cat sat on the couch.
The maid who was helping her wash and groom didn't expect that the dirty little girl would be so beautiful and cute after washing.
The small face is the size of a palm, and the facial features are lively and lovely.
A pair of watery almond eyes seemed to be able to speak, and the curled eyelashes cast a faint shadow under the eyes. The skin was like a freshly peeled lychee, with a faint pink, making people want to take a bite.
Her long, thick, black hair is soft and smooth, like the finest silk.
Yun Fu sat obediently and let the maid wring her hair dry.
Holding the cleaned Yangyang in his arms, he looked up and asked, "Maid, where is my dirty clothes?"
That set of clothes was made of brocade silk and was given to her by her senior sister. Even if it was dirty, she couldn't throw it away. She could still wear it after washing it.
Although Yun Fu is not short of money, she will carefully take care of every gift given to her by her close ones.
Just like...she kept all the gifts that Brother Zi Yang gave her every year carefully, and even carried them with her after coming down from Lingxi Mountain.
In fact, Yun Fu had already guessed that the immortal brother who brought him into the mansion was the brother Zi Yang that her mother had always talked about.
But she felt that Brother Zi Yang didn't seem to like her very much.
Is he unhappy because she hasn't come back for too long?
Song Jinhe brought Jinzhi into the house, walked around the screen, and saw the clean little girl sitting on the couch. A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.
The soft and tender little ball of milk has now grown into a beautiful young lady.
Yun Fu's originally depressed mood was immediately swept away when she saw Aunt He.
She called out sweetly, "Auntie He~"
Song Jinhe's heart almost melted at the sound of the voice, "Auntie He is here, come and try this dress to see if it fits you."
As she said this, she asked Jinzhi to take out the peach pink silk dress for the little girl to change into.
Yun Fu looked at the silk dress, which had green peach branches and pink peaches embroidered on the cuffs and hem, and fell in love with it at first sight.
"What a beautiful dress! I love it!"
Wei Rong, who was standing outside the house, had very good hearing, so he naturally heard the exclamation and joy of the little girl inside the house.
The corners of his lips couldn't help but rise slightly. This was chosen by him personally, and it was also within his expectations that sister Afu liked it.
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